Necronomicon Automaton

You're the woman of my nightmares, schematics of my heart

Assembled in the sanctum of mechanical dark arts

Articulated beauty made of circuitry and iron

Hands that turn the pages of a book found in the fire

You're alive, yet so unknown to me

Venus of my own creation

More than a woman, more than a mere machine

Now speak sweet blasphemy

Necronomicon Automaton!

Recite the curse of old

Necronomicon Automaton!

To have and never hold

Phenomenon to come upon

The devil in the scrolls

Necronomicon Automaton!

She owns my heart and soul

A perfect face of porcelain belies the blackest heart

Her mechanism glowing as the latin verses start

Wheels of brass are turning, engraved with rustic runes

The salonistes are screaming in this burning, shuttered room

Let's see you dance, your eyes are full of fire

Incanting in your arms

More than a woman, my infernal machine

Now we burn eternally

Rectus dominus!

In your eyes of glass

Spiritus sanctus!

Through stars I see a path

Habeas corpus!

A curse as old as time

In loco parentis!

Now we sing in rhyme

Persona non grata!

The house is burning down

Deus ex machina!

She wears a fiery crown

In vino veritas!

As my bones turn into steel

Coitus interruptus!

I know just how she feels